Friday, October 22, 2010

I don't believe it was because of the week I've had, terrible as it was; it was still just a week. But I was gut-wrenched to walk the wrong way up the train tunnel to get to my platform tonight.
Coming from work, I stalked up the way and found the barriers to the platforms closed, for some reason. And as I adjusted my bag and looked around to see how to make the shortest way to the station I saw:
Women, old and young, in tiny skirts and all of them wobbling in too-high heels; poisoned with spray tans, tapping furiously on iphones. And boys doing the same, all out on the hunt.
And I've never felt so apart and displaced. Gets me down to see the games people play, the way they underestimate their potential all the time.

The Lovers

Visit the Doll on Facebook.

"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand."

"You'll be a hard act to follow, a bitter pill to swallow, you'll be tough, oh you're tough to replace"

"People say she's crazy, she's got diamonds on the soles of her shoes. Well, I guess that's one way to lose these walking blues: diamonds on the soles of her shoes"

She laid me out on the laundromat floor, said "you'll be not nealy who you are anymore, and I'll always be here to remind you what time is for."